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The Rebirth of My Herbs

Baby Belladonna

I didn’t save much from my secret garden, but I did save a few plants – my rue and red-flowered yarrow, my ficus and my badly bruised aloe. I pulled up my belladonna and henbane with the intent of harvesting the roots for alrauns, but I didn’t clean the roots right away and after a few days I noticed one of the belladonna roots was sprouting. What else does one do when something sprouts? I planted it in some dirt and all these leaves came. Now it’s about three times as big as the picture above and the leaves have darkened. She never did so well in the old garden, but now she’s really hit her stride.

The tiny window garden

I cut back my aloe, rue, and yarrow plants and now they’re all experiencing rebirths with new leaves and shoots. My friend gave me a salvia cutting and after putting in water for a while, it’s now in dirt. It’s been a month and the stem is still green, so I hope it lives and roots! I am so happy my windows are south-facing so the plants get light even on a cloudy day. The witches garden will live again… and now I wonder how henbane would do indoors?

My rue

 

Owl Speaks

Skull and yew wood fetiche

Owl regains her voice with the help of a yew wood jaw. An example of wood used to replace bone. Such a practice in old myths and tales makes perfect sense to me and I’ve compared wood with bone and flesh before here and here. Want to see more pics? They’re on my facebook. My friend who is a carpenter has inspired me to play with wood again, but slowly, carefully, and on my own terms – which so far translates to tiny things made out of yew wood. Fruit and nut woods are still a big no no.

Owl speaks

Let’s Talk About Necromancy

Witch oil painting

Before we get into it I first need to state: no, I’m not talking about necrophilia you perverts. They are two different words meaning two different things, necro just means death (necropolis, necrosis, necronomicon… you get it). Now that we have that out of the way lets define necromancy. It has two meanings: the first is a form of divination/mediumship/spiritwork involving the summoning of the dead in the form of spirits and communicating with them to gain knowledge and foreknowledge and the second is witchcraft and sorcery in general usually practiced specifically by a witch. Not really so scary, right? More like ancestor worship and witchcraft than all the horrible things you were thinking. As for reanimation of corpses, well you’ll need to read The Serpent and the Rainbow to learn about real zombies.

The second definition gives away that witchcraft and sorcery have some inherent association with death and with the history of witches being moon worshippers and gathering at night, it doesn’t surprise me. Witches work with spirits, spirits come from death. Think about it, we don’t just work with dead people; those herbs you used in your incense are dead parts of plants, and that skull on your altar is from a dead animal. Even those witch gods you invoke may just be the first ancestors or ancient ancestors who practiced as you do.

To be a necromancer one needs to accept death and not fear it. One also needs to have reverence for death and not be insensitive to it – a life, is a life, is a life after all – not matter how seemingly small. We will all die. Everything will die. The entire Universe will come to an end one day. It is easier to forget that and push it aside in our squeamish age of modern medicine with death and suffering hidden behind sterilized doors. So much easier than those who lived during the black plague, the worst smallpox outbreaks, and the bloody massacres of battles without long-distance weapons. So much easier than the times of our ancestors who had to hunt, kill, gut, and clean animals for their own food, who watched executions, and who had to wash and prepare the bodies of their own dead loved ones for burial.

Those who fear death will fear spirits and not be able to do this work and be so close to death. If you are afraid maybe you should be a healer or a poet or a worshipper of gods of life. There is no shame in walking with the Sun instead of the Moon; some people don’t belong in the shadows and need the light instead. Necromancers you should know include Ms. Graveyard Dirt and Sorceress Cagliastro.

Animal Necromancy

An animal necromancer works with animal spirits and animal bones, teeth, claws, feathers, and skins. They are essentially animal spirit workers, shapeshifters, and bone collectors. Bone collectors today are much more likely to work with animal remains unless they happen to be a funeral director or are a cemetery caretaker. Our animistic ancestors believed that in order for a creature to be reborn, all its bones had to be returned to the earth intact. If a bone was missing it was replaced with wood. Bones were also kept, however, and used to adorn, to make fetiches, kept in sacred vessels, and for other ritualistic uses. For such purposes a rite of release is important to free the spirit of the animal from its remains if it so chooses. For such purposes the animal should be found dead, for it is taboo to kill a creature with the sole intent of ceremonial use. Such an act would only curse the bones and their keeper.

(Note: I need to clarify since many seem to be hyper-focusing on the last sentence out of the whole post – I meant not to kill things for the sake of killing them for the bones for use in necromancy, in keeping with the context of the post, not that ritual killing is horrible in general. When it comes to animal sacrifice, it’s all about cultural context and intent. This article is within the context of witchcraft applying to necromancy, not animal sacrifice, and the statement was not meant as a generalization, but more along the lines of “don’t kill your cat because you want its skull”. I hope we’re all on the same page now, sorry for any misunderstanding.)

Plant Necromancy

Not a path so much as a practice; the harvesting of herbs from cemeteries and graves, the harvesting and communion with plants associated with death and the underworld and poison plants that cause death, the knowledge of plants that can bring those close to death back to life, the use of such plants to summon and manifest spirits of the dead, the use of these plants to travel to and from the underworld safely, the killing of a plant to birth an alraun… and so many more secrets the plant spirits teach. Plants know much about death as many die every year to be reborn again through root or seed, revived by the warm light of the Sun.  Others, like the great Yew, live and die at the same time and are masters of life, death, and rebirth. The plant necromancer is a master of entheogens and poisons and knows well the way to the underworld through the roots of the World Tree.

Human Necromancy

Human necromancy is so much more complex and full of differing roles and abilities and each one important, but almost forgotten in the modern world due to our fear of death. This necromancy belongs to those who can see and hear the dead – it’s best left alone by those who cannot. They resolve conflict between the living and the dead, the new generations and the ancestors. They aid the lost and forgotten. They smooth the way to death for the dying. They care for the ashes, bones, and graves of the dead. They are much-needed in our world full of spirits.

Bone Collector – The One Who Cares for the Remnants of the Dead

Grave-Tender – The One Who Remembers the Dead

Medium – The One Who is Ridden by the Spirits

Poisoner – The One Who Causes Death

Psychopomp – The One Who is the Guide of Death

Seer – The One Who Sees and Hears Spirits

Sin-Eater – The One Who Purifies the Souls of the Dead to Set Them Free

Of Blood, Spirits, and Visions

I don’t know what it is about this season of death and the coming of winter, but it makes me more secretive and private and withdrawn. I am moving inward instead of outward and everything feels too personal. It goes against my normal instinct to document everything. At the same time I am learning to embrace my darkness and darker knowledge of poisons and spiritwork.

These past few days have been filled with death, magic, visions, wonder, and the most lovely of friends. There has been a new spirit addition to Old Woman’s altar who I will show you when finished, a beautiful precious skull. I have reddened my deer stalker’s knife for the first time with blood that is not my own; rubbed the blood from the heart into the antler handle, deep in to the cracks and ridges, to stain red what was once white. After all, what good is a witch’s knife that is not sharp enough to cut through flesh and bone? Knives are for cutting and bloody hands do not take pictures. Now it is the knife of a bone collector and witch.

The shaman and I collected and cleaned the bones after the cutting and gutting. They sit now in hydrogen peroxide becoming sterile and white – leg bones and vertebrae of roadkill to craft sacred items with. Everything smudged with sage and incense, everything blessed and reverenced with the spirits watching close by, eating up their burnt offerings. There was a late night of speaking of magic and reading tarot. I read so many cards. I will start reading again for the public soon through Stang and Cauldron along with other services.

There were many visions on the full moon and 11-11-11. I think the moon, the mead, and the spirits had more to do with it than the day, however. In the first vision I found a baby turtle at a crossroad and it turned into a siamese turtle. I put it in a glass of water and it turned into three toads. I took one toad into my hand and gently stroked it and it turned into my black cat. Two large snakes patterned like adders rose up from holes in the earth and ate the two remaining toads.

In another vision the entire shamanic community showed up and asked me to join them. I refused them politely. They said they’d ask again, but they also said “you’re not one of us, are you?” I said, “no, I’m a witch.” This is something I have been struggling with. I am very drawn to shamanism and have good friends who are European shamanic practitioners who I have more in common with than most witches I know locally, but this vision served to remind me that I am not a shaman, I am a witch. They are similar but the not the same. We do not share the same path or the same ancestors though we do share similar practices, abilities, and beliefs. I don’t think I could submit to another’s dogma at this point on my path – I’ve gone too far along it on my own to turn away from all I know and do.

Last night was one of mead and mischief… and other substances (it was a scorpio party after all). I think my soul is still swooning over my friend’s ambrosial rose petal mead. I hope my wild rose mead turns out that delectable. There is nothing better than good company, good food, good music, and a cozy fire.

And now I am off and away to do web design and craft incense, oils, and potions…

Bone Collecting

Blessing suffumigations of the dead Blessing suffumigations of the dead

A bone collector is someone who gathers the bones of the dead and honours them – not kills things for their bones.

Fruits of recent gatherings Rendered bear fat, bear drum, amanitas, bear jaw, and deer antlers

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